Title: Fem!America's strange need to Cling to people during Meetings

WARNINGS: Fem!America, Annoyed/Frustrated/Happy other Nations, Oblivious!America, and threats of death

Warnings for this chapter: France

Pairings for this chapter: Femerica/France OR Amelia/Francis

warning: this may have a toll on your health, or may cause your eyes to explode. viewer discretion is advised

This is during a world meeting

CHAPTER 4: The French who Love to Love

Amelia was bored. Germany was talking, and talking, and TALKING. Ugh. And she didn't even have anything to distract herself with. America looked around the room. England was taking notes, drinking his (yucky, gross) tea every so often. Italy was rocking in his chair. Denmark was trying to prank Sweden. France was- Wait. What was he doing?

She looked around her before pushing her Catwomen pen to the floor, giving her the excuse to duck under her chair and crawl over to wear she saw Francis' legs (Grabbing her AWESOME pen first).

America squeaked when she felt Romano's foot hit her backside, making her flinch and slap her hands over her mouth. When she didn't hear anything she continued her way to France, tugging his pants in attempt to get his attention.

She knew she had it when she heard him curse quietly in French when his knee made contact with the hard Oak table. Finally she saw Francis' head peek under the table. Amelia grinned brightly at him. "Hi Franny~!" She whispered excitedly. France cocked an eyebrow.

"Eh... Bonjour America. What are you doing under here?" He whispered back. Surely she couldn't have been doing what he thought she was doing. America was far too innocent in the matters of sex. Of course that was all England's fault, for not explaining it to the girl before instead of simply saying, 'Never let anyone touch you down there! If someone does, tell me and I will take care of it!'.

"Hm... Oh I was just wondering what you were doing before! You were messing with something!" Amelia told him. Francis smiled at her and reached in his pocket before taking out something creme colored. "These are bon bon's. They're sweets... Would you like one?" America nodded excitedly, her eyes glistening.

"You'll have to come up here to eat them, cherie." He told her, patting his lap. Oh just think of the look on Arthur's face when he saw his darling America sitting on his lap. It would be priceless! "Okay!" Amelia peaked her head up from under the table and looked around before settling herself on the Frenchman's lap, getting herself comfortable.

Francis' smirked and handed her the treat before pulling her back to his chest, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. France waited for the other's to notice. Five, four, three, two- "FRANCE!" One.

"Yes Angleterre? What do you want?" Francis smirked at Arthur while Amelia continued to suck and nibble at her treat. "Arthur calm down. She was simply wondering what I had so I gave her one. Harmless." Arthur looked ready to explode. The vein in his temple was pulsing dangerously. "HARMLESS? IT IS CERTAINLY NOT HARMLESS IF YOU DO IT!" The yelling made Amelia stop eating. (Not to mention make most of the nations turn to watch the fight)

"Iggy why are you yelling?" Amelia. Poor clueless Amelia. "I'm yelling because that FROGGY GIT has you on his lap!" England then shouted some angry sounding British words no one understood. "I-Iggy your scaring me." Amelia had backed herself farther into Francis' lap, trying to get away from the pissed off Brit.

France cooed at America. "Poor bebe. Come here cherie, Big Brother will protect you." France turned America to face him before pushing her to his chest as England continued to shout and yell until Scotland had shoved a sock in his mouth.

Francis smirked at England tugging Amelia closer. He loved messing with people.

NOW WITH OMAKE:

"Hey Franny! I just wanted to say thanks for the sweets! It was really tasty, dude!" France smiled at America. She could be so sweet sometimes. Like when she was younger. So tiny and innocent.

"Votre bienvenue, Amelia." Then like whiplash the strawberry blonde hugged him around his middle and kissed him on the cheek, before pulling back with a blush. "Bye Francis!" She waved to him before dashing off the street. He shook his head before smiling fondly and was about to shut his door when he saw something catch his eye.

On his doorstep was a small, clear blue bag filled with Hershey's chocolate.

It's a 'sweet' ending right. *Laugh*